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I'm almost finished Malevolent and to distract from that I will rant, this may make no sense but hear me out

Also mild spoilers since a few of my mutuals haven't finished it yet (also I haven't fully finished, I'm up to season 5?? I'm assuming that's the last season)

So as I'm listening I can't get the thought out of my head that Malev would make an AMAZING horror mystery video game, something like the dark pictures anthology, I haven't played all of them but malevolent really reminded me of the devil in me. As well as using something like Detroit become human's choice and morality mechanics, also it's quick time combat would fit quite well.

I think it'd be like you, for the most part where in the perspective OF John, like you were directing Arthur where to go, in a third person perspective, at least through view, though game play wise you'd be controlling Arthur, like with his actions and dialogue. And you'd stay with him for all of it, including flashbacks, which I can imagine would be in first person to show your in the perspective of Arthur when he could see.

It'd also be cool to have the choices you make as the player affect the ending, like all good choose your own adventure video games. Like how you interact with John, and other characters, and choose if you want to play more aggressively or passively, though of course when it gets to part where Arthur is actively making more aggressive choices. And through your actions more or less people you meet and become friends with will die, bringing on that extra fear that the choices you make will kill your favourite companions.

And of course I haven't seen the fanaly so I can't exactly say how your choices would shape how it ends but.... the possibilities.... just imagine. And also the most realistic graphics... and many jumpscares.

Unfortunately this will probably just stay in my widest dreams but one can hope 😔

Huh been thinking about when I lived back in my old town, and about the made-up ghost stories I'd tell my school friends. My town was pretty old, and it had some local legends, even to the point where my school was built next to the cemetery where said local legend was burred, though for the most part it was just a place for teens to skip school and drink.

But me being the very creative and original story teller, my story was a little bit closer to home. My house was built on one of the tallest points in my town, and at the foot of a place called Mount mutton. Mount mutton was in my humble opinion, one of best places to walk, it had a main walking trail that went all around spat you out at the other side. There was also a trail that went up to a lookout and a huge water tank, that also had a few local legends tied to it. But I'd say it's most interesting part was deeper into its forest. You see, if you went off trail, deeper into the brush, you could find a small structure, I would struggle to even call a cabin. It was a small crudely make stone cabin that was completely overgrown. I can't remember it super vividly, I don't even think you could go inside. But that thing completely enwrapped my imagination, and me being the hell spawn of a child I loved to scare my friends with stories of that place.

One such tail was about the supposed owner of the cabin, an old man who built it himself. He was a recluse, not dangerous by any means, but someone who you would steer clear of. But the few times anyone saw him, he was always accompanied by a large greyhound. The greyhound and the man were never seen without each other, the two of them were more than dog and man, they were family, in every sense of the word. But unfortunately as time went on the man became older, he couldn't get into town for basic supplies, he begin relying on the greyhound to find the both of them food. It was on one of these days the greyhound disappeared, it wasn't uncommon for the dog to leave for a day or two, but three days had passed with no sign of her. It was winter at the time, but despite that the man went out to look for his companion. He surched restlessly for days, with no sign of her. He was weak, tired, and cold, but he still didn't give up.

Eventually he did find her. But it was too late, the greyhound had slipped off a cliff and fell into a blackberry bush, where she was unable to escape. The man was heartbroken, he couldn't bare to go on without his loyal friend. So, he lay down to rest one last time, with his friend at his side he slept, letting the cold take him. Unfortunately for the old man, he couldn't quite yet join his friend. His still broken heart kept a part of him in the forest, and in that old stone cabin he built with his own two hands.

Of course that story wasn't true, it also kinda spiralled into me pointing to random unrelated structures and telling my friends he also haunted them too. And something about the number 17?? I can't remember exactly, I'd also tell my friends that if you were mean to dogs the old man would dump you in a blackberry bush and watch you very slowly die, but I mean who's mean to dogs anyway?

And that wasn't the only story me and my friends came up with, we'd always tell stories like that whenever we had to walk anywhere for school excursions. There was also one about the abandoned swimming pool also near the school, were people would say they heard screaming from, (Wow there were alot of creepy things near my school). But the old man and the greyhound was always my story and I really loved it for that.

Anyway it's pretty fun to reminisce about stuff like this, and it's kinda sad the place I'm at now doesn't have any thing like it. Or at least that I know about now. I really wish I could go back and visit the stone cabin but I'm decently sure it was nocked down when they started to build there. But if I can find it I will definitely take a picture of it, I really just need to make sure it actually existed lol.

Thinking

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I don't like it, can I stop now?

I know I shouldn't give the horror writers/artists ideas but, why aren't there more horrors based around hair??? I don't mean just creature that has some hair, nonono, a horror that uses hair to scare.

Just imagine, you're at some creepy abandoned place (preferably damp) and suddenly this weird hair thing just appears, slugging its way over to you, it's all greasy and damp, you can't even see its body through all the hair. Just like the thought of hair in my mouth makes me very uncomfy, so a horrid pile of malicious hair that's only goal is to get in your mouth is very terrifying to me, and I feel this should be something more capitalised on.

Today marks 10 whole days till I turn 16

16 is a pretty big milestone so I'm excited? Terrified? A multitude of different emotions bouncing around in my scull? Yeah that seems right

I'm not doing anything big for it, might draw a little something for myself :]

Guess what guys, it is the 20th of august, so I'm 16 now apparently, so uh happy birthday to this absolute wet cat of a human being that is me

This year has been going so fast what happened man 😭 2024 has actually been a good year for me so far? I mean stressful as all hell, but in a good way? I've made so many good friends, and met so many amazing people. The last few years have been really tough and I still have a long way to go, but I'm happy I've found people that support me, even in small ways. I can't find the words to thank them ❤️

Then again it's only half way through the year so things could still go horrifically wrong, but let's hope that doesn't happen :D

I would like to report that my first words uttered when starting the silt verses was "mmm water" to the water noises at the start

Then I proceeded to shout at my computer to say polo back (I'm blaming @rottingoranges entirely for this)